So, do you have a hobby? Not me, I don't, but I'm trying to get one....trouble is, I'm actually not that good at anything. Despite still wanting to be a pop star (what do you mean 37 is too old even for Louis Walsh's X Factor group?), I cannot sing (didn't stop Two Shoes I know). I cannot draw, cannot paint, cannot dance (well on my own it's fine, put me with a partner and there is a danger they won't come out with both feet), I cannot sew, I dig up things when I garden and kill trees....do you get the idea?
I know that at the start of a hobby you cannot be good at it from the
beginning, but surely you need to have a flair? Something which sparks
and you think 'wow I'm enjoying this, I could really get into this'.
Alas, alas as yet that spark has not hit. More Edwina Curry than Alex
Jones (Strictly fans, that one is for you).
I recall, when I was about 11 painting a picture of our apple tree, at the
time I thought it was great, looking back, well it was a poor
effort! My Mum is brilliant with arts and crafts, patience I think
is important, but she does not have my dyspraxia (well I'm on the spectrum
somewhere). She makes cards...I tried, I was rubbish and I got bored -
and it's really expensive!
I know that people play sport, but I'm pretty bad at that too! Peter is into
darts at the moment (don't ask).
I've just made some napkins out of material bought in the bargain
basement....it took bloomin' hours, the sewing is not pretty - yes I used a sewing
machine! The sense of achievement of creating something was overrun by
the sheer joy of finishing it and not having to use the sewing machine again
(why are they so fiddly?).
I like to bake, but cake makes you fat - well it does if you then eat all
you create and quite frankly if I'm a-baking it, I wanna be a-eating it!
I made Peter watch Kristie’s Home Made Christmas the other night. I
got inspired, I made a Christmas wreath and dried my orange slices to make my
glitter decorations...but after that, really I don't think I can cope with an
embroidery needle on the borrowed sewing machine (it was hard enough doing a
zig zag). Also, despite it being homemade crafts it is really expensive to do
all of this stuff. And I don't need shelves and shelves of nick nacks
that are too bad to be given in gifts but I'm too proud of to throw away!
I tried crochet last year....does anyone want some jersey....after unpicking
it all for the 1000th time I gave up!
So, with these past failures in my mind I have started to knit. Now in
the past I can claim to have knitted a number of items - all straight lines
though! But flushed with past success I have embarked on a knitting
project. So, off I went to Jackie’s for a knitting lesson - how to
correct mistakes, how to change colour, how to pearl stitch (who'd have thought
it was that simple). So, I made a hat (straight edges but look at
the pattern). I made another hat for a neighbour (Peter calls it a
tea cosy, and it does have a resemblance).
lesson needs to be in how to follow a pattern, how to work out my tension
(maths never a strong point) and how to decrease and increase. Poor
Jackie, patience of a saint I think is the phrase!
So, my new project...it’s a throw for the bed. Straight lines again,
but a nice big project to keep me going in these cold winter nights.
However, a week in and I've realised just how big a throw will be - yep ffffing
enormous. Two squares in.....a zillion to follow. And it's going to
cost a small fortune in yarn. But I intend to keep going, just as soon as
this shoulder injury from repetitive strain injury from the knitting